Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.